Trapped By The CEO's Obsessive Love

Chapter 7

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use began running non-stop. Dozens of retail associates in sharp bl

e sitting on the balcony, staring blankly at the city skyline. He grabbed her ha

rmes Birkin bags, velvet Cartier jewelry boxes, and garment bags h

er back against his chest. "Open them," he said, his voice hold

her. Her eyes were completely dead. She did not r

around her, picked up a long, flat velvet box, and popped the li

ir over her shoulder and clasped the cold metal around her n

gainst her collarbone. To Chloe, it

tion. She found the clasp at the back of her neck, unhooked

it the plush wool ca

her around by the shoulders to face him. "What do you want?" he demanded, his

ying to walk past him to the door, desperate to e

hread of Julian's restraint. He reached

lost her footing and crashed

t, pinning her against him. His other hand tangled in the hair at the ba

ced her lips apart, demanding a response,

g limp at her sides. She kept her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the rows of suits over

ce. He felt her cold, unresponsive lips.

st heaving. He looked at her, his dark eyes wide

ped the moisture from her lips. Her voice was a

Julian's ribs like a steel blad

l strength could hold her body in this room forever, but

r second. He turned on his heel and strode ou

lding Chloe up snapped. She slumped against the wooden wardrobe and slid down to

himself into his Aston Martin and slammed his foot on the gas.

to approve the union and release the trust funds for the ceremony. He spe

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“Every night, Julian stood in the doorway, his dark eyes watching me swallow the daily vitamin he provided. Until one day, the familiar bitter taste was replaced by a sweet fruit scent. I sent a photo to an online doctor, only to find out it was a prenatal folic acid pill. Six bright red lines on three pregnancy tests shattered my world. I was carrying the child of the predator who owned this penthouse. When Julian discovered I was investigating his trap, his rage was terrifying. He shattered my phone and threatened to frame my best friend for corporate fraud. "Eat it, or tomorrow morning, the funds in your father's medical account will be frozen." He whispered those words while forcing me to swallow my dinner until I vomited. He dragged me to his study, slamming a marriage license and a suffocating prenup on his mahogany desk. He used my father's life and my unborn child to lock me in a permanent, legal cage. I was a bankrupt daughter fighting a billionaire. I had absolutely no leverage. So, I gave up fighting physically. I turned into a block of ice, refusing to speak, refusing to react, treating him like empty air until his obsession drove him to the edge of madness. Desperate to finalize the marriage, he dragged me to his family estate to secure his grandmother's approval. Instead of performing as his obedient fiancée, I looked the fierce matriarch right in the eye and refused his wealth. Seeing through his violence, she issued a direct order: we were to sleep in separate rooms until the wedding. That night, I pushed the heavy guest room door shut right in Julian's furious face. "Goodnight, Julian." I turned the brass deadbolt, finally finding my first weapon to fight back.”